sunset blvd.

The soda i pour out and sip
Costs more then your outfit
Say that you could check me
But i bet that it would bounce quick
A drought what is that?
Your trap is a counterfit
How you let her get you sad
I just laugh about a bitch

Split a brick
Like a judo chop
up and through the block
If you trip
Have you in your pad thaitied
Like the noodle spot
Chalk outline like doodle bob
What come out that tool is hot
My guys could make you bleed
But i don't need
I could do the job

Used to rob and loot but na
Now i got the digital
If i hop up in your spot
It's only just to get at you
Take a trip and catch a view
Then laugh at you on action news
Your casket or mine
I cannot lose so i had to choose

Hot like the summer
When you talk its bummer
Your hoe on my bumper
But i told her i don't want her
Im a one of oner
You a dyer if i want it
Gengar leave you haunted
Im a lion in the jungle
You a child im your uncle
Trap-house like its a bunker
Stamp you out i got the hunters
Xan my mouth but i don't touch perc
You numb off the the meds
But i bet that this gun a hurt
Made you bled from what you said
Now your bed is in a hearse

Trap boom like a fire work
Smashing make the tire skrt
Had to get to what i deserve
You rappers sweet just like dessert
Back up boy you might get hurt
Like usher let the fire burn
Touch me then you might just learn
She love me thats not my concern

Stirring up that potion
Had to work to get some motion
Subordinates that corner sitting
Quarter flipping get promotions
From door kicking to pouring sipping
Orderves dinner spent a token
Heard that im a menace
From the sentence
When its written spoken

He say he the best but when we
Tested him he get to choking
Road get hard my heart been broken
My emotions paralyzed
Always with my folks
But if you don't know them
They scary guys
When police interrorize
They wont fold they tell the lies

Hot like the summer
When you talk its bummer
Your hoe on my bumper
But i told her i don't want her
Im a one of oner
You a dyer if i want it
Gengar leave you haunted
Im a lion in the jungle
You a child im your uncle
Trap-house like its a bunker
Stamp you out i got the hunters
Xan my mouth but i don't touch perc
You numb off the the meds
But i bet that this gun a hurt
Made you bled from what you said
Now your bed is in a hearse



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Writer(s): Joseph Sala
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